Advice is a Form of Nostalgia

Baz Luhrmann said it best when he wrote the Sunscreen song:

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

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Meaningless words…

People speak about love,

what they mean is lust.

People speak about commitment,

what they mean is convenience. 

People speak about cooperation,

what they mean is personal agenda.

People speak about humility,

what they mean is hidden pride.

People speak about judging,

what they mean is hypocrisy.

People speak about truth,

what they mean is falsehood.

People speak about wealth,

what they mean is poverty.

People speak about change,

what they mean is maintaining the status quo.

People speak about integrity,

what they mean is corruption.

People speak about peace,

what they mean is war.

People speak about freedom,

what they mean is slavery.

People speak about rules,

what they mean is control.

People speak about leadership,

what they mean is subjugation.

People speak about unity,

what they mean is conformity.

People speak about volunteering,

what they mean is unpaid labour.

People speak about facts,

what they mean is opinions.

People speak about beauty,

what they mean is perception.

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A Reasonable Decision Against Common Sense?


Almost my entire life I have been confronted and affronted by people who thought they knew what was best for my life. Although many of these individuals meant well, their misguided advice only served either to insult me or enslave me to the various cultural “norms” of Canadian society. Although I love and respect some of these individuals, their advice, on occasion, was not necessarily in my best interest, but was rather a preprogrammed notion or desire of their own to be lived out in my personal life. In fact, by the time I finished high school I had it up to my “eyeballs” with the unsolicited advice of others. It was about then when I realized that everyone one of us has some sort of agenda in life, not only for ourselves, but, unfortunately for others.

A lesson I need to take to heart as an “advisor” to my young adults today.

I find it interesting when I come across people who are conformists to the letter “C”, especially when it comes to following the preprogrammed expectations and norms of Canadian society. Even the “rebels” of our society often follow an obvious preprogrammed script, as it were.

During the time I worked in the Northern part of our province, predominantly amongst the Aboriginal and Metis people, I was continually amazed at how many of the youth had taken on the Gangsta Rap or Hardcore Rap culture that, as far as I understand, originated predominantly amongst African Americans in the USA. They talked the talk and walked the walk of a Rapper, not realizing that they were simply conforming to another sub-culture of American society. Somebody, somewhere was getting filthy rich at their expense.

Granted, life on the Northern reserves and some of the more isolated Metis communities, for lack of a better descriptor, is absolutely tragic. My words would do no justice in describing the poverty and despair that I witnessed. Alcohol and drug abuse, overcrowded housing, violent crime, incest and other forms of sexual abuse, the list is almost endless. In fact, one small community that I worked in had the highest rate of teenage suicide in the country. The population of the town was only 5000 including the peripheral reserve communities.

As a civil servant working in the field of Communications for a Northern health district, I felt it was part of my responsibility to keep the general public informed as to the tragedies occurring all around me. Yet, more often than not, I would face obstacles, gag orders, and even threats NOT to publish the facts, from my perspective, by the powers that be. As a non-partisan civil servant, there is not a whole lot of wiggle room. I had no choice but to conform and comply to government orders and demands. Eventually, I would see a general press release put out to the public that obscured the real issues and made the political leaders smell like a rose.

Of course, there was always somebody in the health district who was willing to leak incomplete or even non-factual stories to the press and the local press would eagerly run with it. Fact checking was overlooked in favour of sensationalism. Besides, it would reveal the source(s) of the leaks. I always found that unethical and distasteful. Tracking down the source of the leaks could never be a rewarding experience either, and I did not envy those who were assigned to that task.

I am very thankful I made the decision, a number of years ago, to return to my home to be with my family on a regular basis. I took on mind-numbing job(s) in the city for another few years before I made the decision to move towards the crossroads of semi-retirement. Sometimes the things that we witness and experience just aren’t worth the cost to our emotional health including personal peace and joy.

Looking back, I now know that God Himself was leading and guiding me back to a place of peace and contentedness. There’s no place like home 🙂

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The Spy Who Doesn’t Love You…

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It has recently been brought to my attention, that those of you who utilize the WordPress platform to present your thoughts and ideas concerning current affairs, especially politics and religion, are being monitored. No surprise there, as governments from the West and elsewhere are quite sophisticated in their monitoring and subterfuge of ordinary citizens. The expose of Wikileaks, is in reality, only the tip of the iceberg, the various espionage agencies of the west including Great Britain, France, Germany, Australia, Canada, United States, etc., actively recruit assets on WordPress. They also use the platform to communicate classified information on agent and assets movements, intended targets, and purposes – signals, as it were, to other agencies of mutual interest. One of the most utilized categories of espionage can be readily ascertained on the various Travel Blogs on WordPress. Not everyone is who they say they are.

Please do not inquire as to how I know this, as you will only put yourself in a compromising position. Suffice to say, that although caution is in order here, we do not need to be afraid. As I mentioned in earlier posts, the vast majority of laws in Western societies are there to protect ordinary citizens and/or groups from the ever present overreaching influence and monitoring by Western governments. By the way, if push comes to shove, I will publicly disseminate everything I know and understand that is currently going on in this apathetic apparatus we call national security. Fair warning…

April Fools 😉

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British Cycling vs. Thin Skinned Cupcakes

“Olympic gold medallist Dani King has stated that that she did not feel that there was a culture of fear at British Cycling while she raced on its track programme. British Cycling has been under the spotlight over the past year following several allegations of bullying and sexism.”


Discontented British cyclists and the media have been having a heyday going after British Cycling and Team Sky. It would appear that the Brits have an unhealthy appetite for accusations, gossip, and slander equal to their North American counterparts. The typical strategy for the disgruntled and the media is to continue to sling mud at someone or something until it sticks. For an ordinary mortal to sift for truth amongst the muck and mire being thrown at these historically successful institutions is almost an impossible task.

Nevertheless, every once in a while someone makes a profound comment on a news story to counter the perpetually negative political correctness and asinine feeding frenzy that takes place in the public realm.

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